The Shoutbox
"There, there. If it makes you feel any better, his body was vaporized, so there's no chance of him coming back as a zombie."
Blue is like blowing a kiss.
It is the color of denim.
It is the color of the Emerald City.
It is the color of Reagan's night gown and bed sheet.
Hitler's eyes were Blue and
Nostradamus predicted that the anti-Christ would come wearing a Blue turban.

Blue is the color of the eyes of black cats.
Blue is the color of the buttons that Iranian women sew onto the shirts of their children to avoid ghosts and evil spirits.
Blue is the color of sadness and of fear.
The Egyptian women outlined the veins of their breasts in blue ink and
Rita Hayworth wore a lipstick called "Blue Red".

Blue is the color of snow.
Blue is the color of brimstone.
Blue is the only color that we feel.
"Hey, what smells like blue?"
No, I don't do that myself. I know someone who does [jump when the door of the fridge closes].

Meanwhile, I still hold my breath through tunnels. You have to, don't you know the outcomes of not doing it?!
You did that, too?

Did you ever hold your breath until the car had emerged from the tunnel? Did you ever cross a room jumping on furniture and pillows scattered on the ground as if touching the carpet would be fatal?

Ah, memories.
Like jumping when the door of the fridge shuts.
We've all got our quirks. Don't let those sidewalk cracks getcha!
Lol.

I went back through three pages of crap just to find out what happened to the drowning cats conversation.

Look at me, obsessive compulsive...
One of my favorite sports interviews of all time (I forget the names);

"Why did you lose today, coach?"
"We didn't score as many points as the other team."


Brilliance. Anyhoo, yes, the questions are dumb, but the answers are usually just as dumb...and even more predictable. You know how it goes...

"We played a good game, they played a good game. They've got a helluva team. We just couldn't get it done today. Yadda yadda yadda..."
Or at least the media plays it up so that everyone hears it.

I don't understand most "sports reporting". On average, they ask the most innane questions possible but tehn expect civil responses: Are you disappointed by this loss? Gee, no, this is what we've been working towards all year. OF COURSE I'm disappointed, Jack@ss!
No, surely not. But it seems to me that when Shaq bitches, the whole world hears it. Of course, that same can probably be said for his snoring. The guy's a monster.

Anyhoo, I'm just glad to see a competitive series. I've never been too fond of utter, multi-year domination without its share of suspense.